CT: This week I got a visit from a mechanic who was supposed to check on the heater. The guy was, like, 20 or something, and just as he was about to leave, he asked for my number. What is it with me and those young guys? The next time a teenager hits on me, I'm going to reply with a song:
But the whole thing gave me an idea. I'm planning to get Rise of the Tomb Raider on the Steam Summer Sale today, but I'm probably going to need a new videocard because my current one is light years away from the game's minimum requirements. So when I go to buy a new one tomorrow, I'll put on my most revealing top (it's summer after all), apply some make-up and make sure my hair sits for once, just so the computer shop assistant wonders in what alternative universe a tarted up chick like that plays videogames.
Childish? Yeah, totally. But since I keep getting mistaken for a child anyway, I might as well have some fun with it. I'll let you know if he asked for my number.